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Samantha quivered with excitement, her face a wide smile as she read the text several times to make sure she hadn't misunderstood. "I've thought of nothing else but what we did," she sent back. "I can't wait to see you again." "Dan is at work, but I'm certain if you're here when he gets home, he won't mind that I invited you over without asking him," Amanda replied. Sam giggled in pleasure, clapping excitedly like a little girl and quickly sent back, "YES!" to Amanda. She received a widely smiling emoji back and then, "Get your adorable ass over here." An address followed.

Samantha, the finest assassin of our pack chuckled. ** Note To The Readers- You can check out Samantha’s story in “My Assassin Mate” which is a bxg (boy loves girl) novel. You can read it if you are interested to know more for curiosity sake. However, not reading it will not disturb the flow of this story. So keep reading and enjoy ! **

Samantha sniffs and looks at Sia. "Mommy?" "Yes pumpkin?" She looks up at her little as the tub fills. "I in trouble?" "What? No of course not! Sweetheart accidents happen, even to big girls. I could never get mad at you or punish you for an accident. Okay?" Samatha only nods a little, her head hurts and she doesn't want to talk. "Ready for your bath?" Samantha reaches out to her silently, Sia takes the gesture as a yes and helps her into the bath water.

In her free time, Samantha would always read BL comics on her cell phone, and she would even blush and giggle like a freak when reading on her phone. Vivian didn't have an opinion about it, nor did she ever say anything while Samantha was busy reading the comics. However, sometimes the girl asked her to read with her too, saying that the two of them used to read that kind of comic together, but Vivian firmly refused. It was not that she was homophobic or anything, but she just didn't like reading comics, and that was why she always turned down the girl's invitations.

“Bianca, or rather Samantha … I must start to think of her as Samantha now … is a very good liar. Samantha is a very good liar.” I keep saying this over and over again to myself as we stare at each other, she in malicious glee, and I in denial.

“You might as well talk to me. It'll make the time go by quicker.” “I guess...” she says. “I guess it would be nice to talk about it, but I don’t even know where to begin.” “Well, why don't you start at the beginning? That's where I always start when I don't know what to do.” “Okay, I’ll start at the beginning. Maybe it'll help me make sense of everything, because I still don't understand how everything went wrong.” I listen quietly as Samantha tells me everything that happened once Raphael challenged the alpha. I feel terrible for her. I can't believe she's gone through so much.

But since she’s my maid, she has no choice but to speak to me from time to time. “Hey,” I try to greet with a smile as she approaches my side with a tray in her hand. I close the cover of the book I was reading before she walked in. That’s all I do now — read. Lorenzo ensured my table’s filled with all kinds of books, novels, magazines, and journals since I have nothing else to do with my time. Well, at least they keep me company and help me momentarily escape my doomsday reality. “I’m here to remove the bandage, ma’am,” Samantha says politely, but I still sense the chill in her tone.

"Samantha's eyes widened in disbelief as memories of Ethan's touch flooded back. The dim light of the room cast shadows on her face, emphasizing the lines of worry etched around her eyes. She hesitated, her voice trembling as she spoke. 'I… I don’t know… I was really nervous,' she stammered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 'Your cheeks are turning crimson,' Ethan observed with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously. 'Lara, please…' Samantha pleaded, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt.

But since she’s my maid, she has no choice but to speak to me from time to time. “Hey,” I try to greet with a smile as she approaches my side with a tray in her hand. I close the cover of the book I was reading before she walked in. That’s all I do now — read. Carl ensured my table’s filled with all kinds of books, novels, magazines, and journals since I have nothing else to do with my time. Well, at least they keep me company and help me momentarily escape my doomsday reality. “I’m here to remove the bandage, ma’am,” Samantha says politely, but I still sense the chill in her tone.

No one wants to read in the library anymore, maybe just for research. Only a few people were in the library. Samantha was good with that. She didn't have to meet a lot of people. Her job was simple. She just had to issue a library card to people and take inventory of the books lent out. She was glad when they called her a week ago to resume. She finally got a job. The pay was fine. She could get used to a minimalist life.